My name is Anthony Edward Stark. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info a rich man, an inventor, and an amateur part-time hero. emmm…… At least I think I'm a hero, although my old butler, Peter Parker, never thought so.

But I'm still patrolling the city today with the Iron Warrior I invented, and there are so many evils in this city, in this world!

Stark Group is an arms production group, we mainly help the U.S. government produce all kinds of weapons and equipment, and my father has made countless contributions to the U.S. government. But in the winter of 1955 he was assassinated.

I remember how he was killed, it was a gray, snowy day, the night before Christmas, when I was twelve years old, and my parents were going to buy Christmas presents for me.

As usual, my father got into the car to warm up the car and turned on the heater so that my mother and I waited for the car to warm up before we got in.

But instead of being hit as usual, the car erupted in a dazzling orange light, a noise that had almost broken my eardrum (it took me half a year for the doctor to regain my hearing).

By the time I realized it was a premeditated explosion, my father was gone, my mother was protecting me, I didn't die on the spot, and I survived six months of treatment. But my mother also died in the explosion.

But I survived, even though I was like the walking dead. All the way up to the arrival of my new housekeeper, Peter Parker. That's where it all began.

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In the summer of 1956, at Stark Manor in Los Angeles, Anthony sat in front of the window and quietly looked at the overgrown courtyard, wondering where to fly.

When his parents were still around, the garden in the courtyard was always kept clean, but now everything has changed.

Anthony is a beautiful boy with brown and black hair, matching large brown eyes, and a handsome nose and mouth. Normally, happy boys would go for a swim in the courtyard pool in the summer, but now the pool is covered with moss.

Anthony's father, Howard Stark, has a big company and a legacy that will make all jackals tick.

This bombing case has made many people think that this may be an opportunity, an opportunity to swallow Howard's estate. Especially Howard's partner, Obadi.

But Howard deserves to leave a backhand, he has made a will a long time ago, if he dies, his son is too young, then his estate will be entrusted to his secretary to manage for a period of time, and at the same time another inheritance will also take effect, he has found a suitable trustee for his son and inheritance!

Damn! Obadiah cursed why Anthony wasn't killed on the spot, which made things a little tricky.

Stark Manor has been unattended for nearly half a year, but Anthony insists on returning after being discharged from the hospital.

Obadai rubbed his face, trying to make his expression look a little kind, he put on a smiling face of his own uncle and walked up to Anthony and said, "Tony (Anthony's nickname) I think you are more suitable to live with me, I can be your guardian." I've known you for twelve years. I want to go to my villa to live more for you, Stark Manor is no longer inhabitable. ”

Obadai is a tall horse, and his massive body of nearly two meters makes him have to crouch down to talk to Anthony, which makes him a little uncomfortable.

Anthony said with a nonchalant face, "But my father has chosen a suitable guardian for me. ”

Obadiah waved his hand: "But it took half a year to find him, Peter Parker? Have you seen the character that jumped out somewhere? Have I seen it? I suspect it's a lie made up by your father and the secretarial team." They want to devour your father's legacy!"

Anthony continued expressionlessly, "Don't you want to?" and his cold face did not look like a twelve-year-old child at all.

Obadai was stunned for a moment: "What stupid things are you talking about, I'm your uncle!"

Anthony continued: "Did you have the bomb planted in my dad's car?"

Obadiah was furious: "Howard is my best friend! You're my nephew, how could I do such a thing?!"

Anthony turned his head away from the window to the view, he looked at Obadiah and said, "But that explosion is different, the special orange light has a smokeless explosion and a high temperature that can completely melt the frame, this is a new explosive developed by Stark Group: orange light!"

Anthony was able to determine exactly what kind of explosion his father had died in.

The corners of Obadai's mouth rose slightly, he didn't believe that a twelve-year-old could understand the difference between these explosions, maybe he had seen some random document from Howard's office and put it on the matter.

Obadai waved his hand impatiently and said, "Tony, you're only twelve......

Anthony: "I developed the orange light. ”

Obadiah originally wanted to send Anthony away at will, but he was shocked by the child's words: "What?"

Anthony continued: "The orange light was a by-product of my research on high-energy chemistry in the lab when I was ten years old, and I wanted my dad to take our family on a trip to Europe that summer, so I made it. ”

Obadiah looked at Anthony in disbelief, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Anthony didn't answer, just stared at Obadiah with his eyes: "So, did you kill my father!"

Obadius was annoyed by Anthony's color, and he waved his hand impatiently: "What the hell do you want to do, don't forget your current situation! I am now your only reliable guardian, if you still want to live your old life well, you better obey me!"

Obadiah wanted to pull Anthony, a child, who was about to lose all patience. If the other party is not a child, maybe he has already chosen to use a strong one. Instead of trying to use persuasion.

After all, Obadai and Howard still have a relationship over the years, and they also have a little affection for Anthony, who has seen him since he was a child. If Anthony is obedient, Obadai can make him a rich second generation. But Howard's legacy is going to be decided!

Obadai prepares to forcibly take Anthony away and take him back to his villa, and he has a way of educating a disobedient little prick

Just as they were both moving, a serious male voice appeared in the room: "I advise you to stop your movements, Mr. Obadi. Otherwise, I'm not sure I'm going to use some violent means to get you to stop!"

A man with a height of 1.7 meters and a thin physique walked in. With brown and yellow hair, an ordinary appearance, a very straight stand, and a very well-dressed person, Anthony couldn't see that this forty-year-old middle-aged man had any ability to argue with Obadai.

After all, it looked like Obadai could strangle him with just one hand.